Two steps forward eyes flickering emotion hidden beneath a lie touching, wanting but not giving afraid to reveal what is true sighs and cries on slick skin moving too fast heat burns swift no thoughts inside no regret, not yet all is lost to pretense fingers grasp lips speak of dirty deeds while bodies steam then three steps back eyes closed no love found just passion.

Does one ever get over the guilt of passion. Needs are needs and love is love. One without the other can never be complete. As you say in your poem, "two steps forward and three steps back." Shall always leave us one step behind. Bless You Always, Paul.